Upon my arrival at Drake University, I have explicitly rejected five suitors. In my entire dating career, that count now lies at 22. When I say explicit, I mean that each individual and I engaged at one point in a very blunt “define the relationship” moment, wherein I unambiguously revealed the state of my romantic … Continue reading 22 Rejections: An Inclusive Catalog of Responses
The Maverick and I have evidently decided to start a blog. She beseeched me to do so. “To relieve your periodic spouts of restless inactivity,” she said, her Icelandic grey wool tunic swaddling her as she drank tea on the café windowsill. Of course, the attractive Iowan barista walked by as I began to spew … Continue reading Mouton Numero Un | Who am I?